Because of her.
In mud-pit of fallibility,
She washes clean her love
For me and steps up to bath me clean.
Her blood boils when my clothes soil
Her tears fall, when sadness walks my face
Her mood calls, when danger stalks my path
Her stomach churns, when sickness visits me.
She is a bear and a lioness
The former for my comfort
The latter for my protection
My ordinary self
Over climbs many hurdled mountains
Together with hope aiming
Heaven because of her light
Emancipation of soul is achieved
Repeatedly, thanks to her
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015